Two Rings of the CEO

Rice Has Become Porridge

No matter how Mirah who is now sitting on the dining table chair with Anastasya was looking at the stairs that became a connection with the upper floor. A little frown awaits the child and his daughter-in-law who have yet to appear out of the room. A slice of sandwich was on his plate, but he kept eating without Arka and Zara with him.

"Mother, what if we had breakfast first. Maybe Zara is busy preparing all the needs of the Ark before the office," persuaded Anastaya who also looks tired waiting.

Mirah sighed, reluctant to eat her breakfast first.

"But this is the last breakfast before I go back home, and I want to eat with all of you" replied surti uninspired.

Not long after, the sound of shoes on the floor immediately made the middle-aged woman's lips grow happy. The net was on the handsome, sturdy man who was descending the stairs with a tiny gadus trailing behind him.

"Why are you so long ago" said Mirah when her son and daughter-in-law were about to land the body on the chair.

" Good morning Mother, Anastasya." Not intending to answer, Arka whose face looks bright beating the bright sunlight was actually greeting Mother and her first wife before sitting on the dining table chair. Zara sat down on the chair next to her mother-in-law.

Mirah stared fixedly at the wajang of the son who unceasingly reviewed his smile and bright face. It made the middle-aged woman wonder in her heart.

My son looked really happy this morning. What happened to him last night made him this happy.

Mirah turned her eyes towards her son-in-law, Zara. The girl was silent and bowed, but when the sight of the two met, the little girl rushed up and gave a few slices of sandwiches to her husband and herself.

There seems to be nothing strange about my son-in-law, staying as usual. It's just, why does he look so timid.

"Thank you, wife" said Arka, receiving breakfast from his wife's hand.

They started breakfast, but were also busy at war with each other's minds. Wisdom Anastasya enjoyed a weightless breakfast, Arka who fed the mouthful of food was ceaselessly staring at Zara's face with a sniffling smile . While from the face of Mirah clearly illustrated if he was looking for the root of the problem of the son who is usually flat now looks like a kasmaran boy and tends to be less sane with a smile that he continues to develop on people all over the house.

But Zararalah is the most unpleasant if in a position like this. The face of Anastasya who looks smiling gently looks at him actually makes him feel more guilty. She was just a new person who was forced to make the relationship Anastasya and her husband stretched. It allows him to stay smiling in situations like this.

The little girl was speechless and occasionally chewed on her purings which instantly turned bland. I don't know where fate will take him in the future.

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"Take care of your two wives" Mirah told Arka when she entered the car that would take her back to her house in the mountains.

"That's for sure Mother," answered Arka confidently as she glanced at Zara and Anastasya who were standing behind her.

Zara and Anastasya waved at Mirah, which Mirah responded with a wave of her hand. The vehicle carrying the middle-aged woman had already started to leave the courtyard of the son's house and came out from the main gate.

Turning his head, Arka was now staring at his two wives standing side by side. Not noticeably, the corners of his lips twitched holding back a laugh.

My two wives are completely different.

If the tall Anastasya is perfect like a prefessional model, Zara actually looks like a cute and adorable High School girl.

"Are you guys going to visit the store?" Arka walked closer to his two wives.

"There are some things I need to take care of there," Anastasya turned to look at Zara beside him. "And you Zara, want to go to the store with me or stay at home?"

How about this, I tangled.

Zara looked at Arka and Anastasya alternately, to be honest she was very confused to position herself. Fear if he makes a wrong move and disappoints someone.

"What if I have a cup with Miss?" Zara tries to express her wishes to her husband, though somehow she reacts.

Arka thought for a moment then said the sentence, "Alright, and returned before evening."

The girl nodded too. Arka then reached out her right hand to both wives and kissed the back of her hand before the man boarded the car that Sam drove to the office.

The hand wave became the separator before the vehicle disappeared behind the main gate.

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The atmosphere turned awkward when Zara and Anastasya were just two in a car. Zara looked at Anastasya who was focused on looking ahead by holding her steering wheel. If you remember the incident last night with Arka, the little girl felt more guilty.

"Zara's." Anastasya's voice tried to break the silence created. "Why are you quieter than usual, are you sick?" One hand was holding Zara's hand in her lap.

The girl gasped, especially with the clutches Anastasya gave her hands.

"N-no, Miss. I'm fine."

Anastasya glanced at the face of the girl beside him. "Alright, if you're okay. I'm just afraid if you're sick and don't tell me."

The thoughtful words that came from Anastasya's lips made Zara feel even more guilty. Honestly, he had refused to marry Arka because he was afraid that his career would be like this. Anastasya is the kind woman that Zara once knew, so she doesn't want to hurt him. But this is what happened. Rice has become porridge and cannot be changed again.